Who is this parking space for?
Is it for a hurting man who needs the mercy the cross offers? If so, why is there only one space?
Is it for a lost woman to show her that the cross is where she can find her way? And if so, again…why only one space?
Is it for the pastor? Maybe it’s there to remind him that the life he’s led since he last backed out of the space has not turned any eyes toward that cross.
Or is it a space left open by the people of this little church to demonstrate that Jesus is deserving of being given a place of honor?

It’s becoming clear why God has moved us here…there are too many empty parking spaces in churches.

Discuss…

Annette (my wife…and my daughter’s mother) says, “What did you say?”

McKenna repeats, “I have a frog in my butt.”

“Where did you hear that?!”

“On Tigger and Pooh.”

Annette starts to understand that this may be a more innocent moment than she first thought.

“Do you mean, ‘a frog in your throat.’”

“Yeah. That’s it. A frog in my throat.”

Aha.

You can’t watch just part of this. You need almost 5 minutes to get the full effect. Don’t waste this.

And to think that at some point, she had to click the “SUBMIT” button on her web browser.

In the words of my beautiful starlet Annette,

“I have so many questions about this that need to be answered.”

Selah.

So we showed a quick video of the prayer, and then Brian dove into his message. It was a bit of attack on Satan and how we don’t have to take on the identity that HE tries to give us.

Then, during the second service, there was a bit of a “mishap.” Packed house, right? The most people we’ve had on campus since Easter. Things are hopping.

But then things started smoking.

“Bwooooop! Bwooooop! An emergency has been reported in this building. Please evacuate immediately…”

So, in an effort to avoid a hefty fine from the Fire Marshall…oh, and to prevent potential burns, smoke inhalation, etc., we evacuated.

Brian had to shout from the stage since the audio rig automatically powers down when the alarm trips.

I was in the green room at the time… Told the band guys who were chillin’ to get on outa there, and then walked the backstage area to make sure it wasn’t something in our area. Hazer off? Check. Guitar iso room clear? Check. Lighting bars smoke/fire free? Check.

It wasn’t a fire…fortunately.

Read up on the cause and other little tidbits of our little adventure at Annette’s and Brian’s blogs.

We say, “I don’t know! What do you call it?”

“A one legged dinosaur.”

We roll on the floor laughing…literally.

Then she says, “Mommy! Daddy! You’re laughing!”

Wow.

Annette and I are avid fans of Last Comic Standing (our yearly television routine is the American Idol / 24 combo [which is all out of whack this year], then last comic, then The Office). We’re just catching up thanks to DVR, and we caught Marcus tonight.

Hilarious. I just hope as we get to know him more that he keeps his act clean… Nothing annoys me more than people thinking they have to be trashy and cuss a lot to make people laugh. Here’s your proof that it’s not necessary.

There seems to be a cycle. Maybe it has to do with the phase of the moon or something?

Why on earth do we even give a rip about Neil Diamond’s ears? This doesn’t give me much hope for the sanity of America.